The obsession with love. The obsession with beauty. The obsession with dreams. The obsession with purpose. The obsession to become someone else. The obsession to remain ourselves.

It dominates our minds, fills and covers us. The obsession obscures everything, plunging to his boundless abyss, dragging with a light gust of wind there where the storm could erupt. But in the event of a crash, it elevates us above the rubble of the castle and gives us a boost to a fresh stream of dreams on track to achieve a purpose. And we obey it.